He smirks. “I’d simply take him aside and give him a stern talking to.” He chuckles and the warmth of the sound suddenly makes me laugh, too.
He sits down and pats the bed. “Seriously, luv? I don’t want anyone kissing you but me.”
“Ditto.” I feel a little better until I notice the big bandage just above the ear. “Oh my God, that was where you were shot? You could’ve been killed.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” His cocky smile relaxes the noose choking me since I walked into his hospital room.
“I’m sorry… She was kissing you… She’s so beautiful and look at me. I’m fat, my hair? Do you see how I’m dressed?”
“I never saw a lovelier sight.” He kisses me, holds my hand, and squeezes. “Next time, give me the benefit of the doubt, okay?”
I nod. “When are you coming home?”
“I have to be back at work on Monday.”
“But you were shot…”
“Not so bad. I just need a little refueling.” He points to the IV bag hanging on a hook overhead. “By morning, I’ll be good as new.”
His kiss is warm as his hands dig into my hair, holding me to him. Maybe it’s from lack of sleep, maybe too much worry but I collapse onto his chest.
“Ah honey, don’t cry. It’s all good and before you know it, I’ll be back in New York, finishing the nursery. Just a couple more weeks.”
I know all this yet I hate that I almost lost him. What if next time the bullets don’t miss?
We kiss, hold hands and talk for a long time before Slate stands in the doorway. “Everything all squared away?”
I nod and wipe my eyes with Jack’s sheets.
“Nice.” His friend crosses the room, punches Jack in the arm, then turns to ask me, “Can Grayson and I have a word with your husband, alone?”
“Sure.” I’d argue but with three alphas in the room, I’d never win.
